Hey everyone, here is a new story of mine. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

Magnus had been vary as he entered the New Yorker Institute on a Sunday evening. It has been one week since the day he woke Jocelyn from her sleep-coma, one week since the short conversation between him and Alexander regarding his immortality. And since then he had neither seen nor heard from the Shadowhunter.

When Jocelyn had embraced her daughter in a calming hug Alec had retreaded like the warrior he was, silently and without anyone knowing. Magnus had sent him a glance when he felt him moving, but the dark haired man had avoided his eyes. It had sent a spike of hurt through his heart but the blank expression on his faced had betrayed nothing.

Since then he had waited day in day out for a sign from Alexander. A call, a text, a fire massage, anything. But nothing came. And with the days passing by Magnus had become restless, his fear of having lost Alec before anything began dragging him down. But he did not approach the young Shadowhunter. He would give him time, space to figure out what he wanted. And besides, Alec had more important things to take care of than to think of the hurt feelings of on Downworlders.

It hurt, more and more each day. But he would endure the pain, for Alexander.

When he got the fire message from the head of the institute a few hours back, he was ecstatic at first, imagining that the message came from Alec. Only that it didn't. It came from the head of the institute yes, but it came from Lydia. Kindly asking him to come and check on the wards he put on the institute.

He had swallowed around the knot that had formed in his throat, gritted his teeth together and opened a portal to the institute. Checking on the protection wards, because Lydia asked him to, was the least he could do for her. And besides those wards also protected the people he cared about. Clary, Jocelyn, Isabelle and most of all Alec.

He was greeted with silence, the halls nearly empty which was not something to wonder about. Since the day that Jace went with Valentine every Shadowhunter at the institute was at high alert, always busy trying to find any trace of Valentine, or Jace.

He knew it would be futile though. He himself tried every day to find any trace of Jace or even Valentine. He had not told anyone about this, him trying to find the Shadowhunters. Nobody asked him to do so, but he did, every day, for Alec. And if it left him weak and at the edge of passing out every end of a day, no one needed to know that either.

Fortunately he had not started his daily search today, otherwise he would not have enough energy left to strengthen the wards.

Without being disturbed Magnus began to check on each of the wards, adding extra strength to all of them. He had no idea how long he had been working on the wards when he came aware of a presence behind him.

Curious he turned, to be met with non-other than Lydia Branwell. "Hello Magnus, thank you for coming." She smiled at him, but he could see that it was a little bit forced. Her wounds had been bad and he had done everything in his power to heal her, but he knew some wounds took time to heal completely. She still seemed to be in some pain. He could help her with that, if she would let him. He owned her so much, if not at least a chance with Alexander.

"Good evening, Lydia. How are you feeling?"

"Still a little sore." She said with a grimacing smile. "I am sorry for calling you again to check the wards. But with everything going on, protecting this place is more important than it ever was."

"You do not have to apologize dear. I understand fully. You still seem in pain. May I?" he asked, gesturing with one hand towards her.

"You don't have to really." She assured him with a real smile. "I know checking the wards must be draining, too. No need to waste your magic on me."

Magnus took a few steps towards her, a genuine smile on his lips. "It would not be wasted. Besides I just finished with the wards. They are all intact and I added some strength to all of them. They will hold should this place be attacked."

"You really don't need to." Lydia tried to assure him. "But I want to."

With a sigh Lydia shrugs her shoulders one time and smiles. "Okay. Follow me to the infirmary."

Falling on step behind her, none of the two noticed a pair of golden brown eyes watching them.

That would be all for today. Tell me what you think so far. Not beta read all mistakes are mine (unlike the characters that belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare).

Until next time.